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Just a heads up that I am moving this blog to its own account!
New account is here
Please follow me there if you would like to continue to interact!
Just a heads up that I am moving this blog to its own account!
New account is here
Please follow me there if you would like to continue to interact!
Just a heads up that I am moving this blog to its own account!
New account is here
Please follow me there if you would like to continue to interact!
Just a heads up that I am moving this blog to its own account!
New account is here
Please follow me there if you would like to continue to interact!
Just a heads up that I am moving this blog to its own account!
New account is here
Please follow me there if you would like to continue to interact!
A Notice!
So, today I reached 50 followers on this blog. That may not seem like many, but never in my life have I had a roleplay blog get that many followers that fast.
So firstly, I want to thank you all. This has been such a lovely experience. I’ve been here barely three weeks and already I feel like I might be able to stay; and that’s something I’ve never felt before and wasn’t expecting.
So thank you so much for your support!!
But that’s not the only reason I’m making this. After some deliberation it has occurred to me that this blog would probably be better on its own account.
So! I am moving.
I hope you will stay with me. Here is the link to my new account. Everything should be exactly as it was on this one, just with the added bonus of... being able to manage interaction better.
I will be keeping all my threads, just moving them over to there. I’ll also be following a lot of people in the next few days (or hours) so be expecting me!
And again, THANK YOU! This started off as little more than a test to see if I could make it in fandom roleplay. I didn’t expect to feel so wanted~
PSA for this blog that I most certainly DO want my muse to suffer. I want my muse to have BAD EXPERIENCES. I don’t want just that fluffy shit here & no pain. No, I want my muse’s experience to be as realistic as possible. Hardships, I’m down for toxic stuff, too. I don’t know bout other people. Just, bad experiences. I want someone to hurt my muse physically, mentally, or emotionally. I want my muse to experience trouble, the hard things in life. Life isn’t all sunshine & rainbows. Think about the character development for your muse & mine?
I want action in my muse’s life. I want my muse to learn lessons. Reasons as to why my muse won’t do something anymore/is reluctant about things. I want my muse to discover things. Invade my muse’s personal space. You aren’t bugging me, what on earth? No, honey. I want this stuff for my muse. I want my muse to struggle with things. Like I said, I want my muse to have an experience that’s as realistic as possible. Real life isn’t a bowl of cherries, there’s a lot of shit people face all the time. I’m totally & completely open to your ideas, especially if they’re in that range of giving my muse a hard time. Do it. JUST– DO IT. Don’t let our dreams be dreams.
hurt meme.
“ i got you. it’s gonna be okay, you’re going to be okay.”
“i feel like everyone’s miles away from me.”
“my mind is a dark place. you don’t want to be there.”
“i know this hurts, but you have to stay awake.”
“don’t close your eyes, please don’t close your eyes!”
“i just want to be numb, i don’t want to feel anything.”
“please don’t do this, don’t act like you care.”
“you don’t care, nobody cares, just leave.”
“you’re my friend, of course i fucking care.”
“i can’t give up on you, so please don’t give up on yourself.”
“i love you so much, i forgot what hating myself felt like.”
“i fucked up, why do you not care?”
“i can’t walk, just go on without me.”
“you have broken ribs, take it easy.”
“i have no idea how to do cpr.”
“whose blood is that?”
“apply pressure to the wound, don’t let go.”
“don’t you dare fucking let go!”
“what the hell happened to you?”
“are they dead? did you kill them?”
“do you know what you’ve done?”
“you’re either with me or against me.”
“who the hell did this to you?”
“are you alright? you hit your head pretty hard…”
“i can’t see!! what’s happening to me?”
“when was the last time you ate?”
“what do you mean you’re fine? you are not fine!”
“i’m fine, it’s just a flesh wound, i’ll be okay.”
“for how long? how long were you bottling this up?“
“there’s so much blood, you won’t last.”
“are you… throwing up in there?”
“why aren’t you eating?”
“just breathe… you’re okay, i promise, just breathe.”
“i can’t breathe, i can’t –”
“i woke up, & you were gone.”
“just tell me something, was it really worth it?”
“it’s okay to hurt & breakdown. you don’t have to be strong all the time.”
Send me 'Fading to Dust' for my muses reaction to watching yours die right in front of them.
so ! where the dewey denouments at !
Ashes, Ashes
@teadrinkingtroublemaker
Kit accepted the mittens. They limited the dexterity of her hands, but so would being numb with cold. The mittens, at least, she could take off as needed. It was better to have the extra protection than not. “I have a box of poison darts.” she admitted. She looked down as she said it. Dewey knew about her fieldwork, he know about the decisions she sometimes needed to make. But he was so gentle that she could not help but feel aware of the growing murkiness of her moral compass in comparison. At the end of the day, he had not even thought about bringing a weapon- she had grabbed one automatically. What did that say about her?
Kit ducked next to Dewey and watched the car roll by. She mentally compared the car’s path to the location of the headquarters. “He still doesn’t seem to have a direct idea of where he’s going. But if he keeps searching long enough, he’ll stumble into something.” If the villain was clever, he would go up. Everything could be seen from the peaks. We should hurry.”
Kit arranged her clothing as best as she could, slid the box of darts into an easily accessible pocket, slipped the gloves on her hands, and turned toward the path that would take them to the Valley of the Four Drafts.
Dewey hadn’t thought to bring a weapon because he was unprepared, as usual. He wasn’t often this rusty, truthfully, but it had been urgent, and he wasn’t as clever as Kit was. His skills simply lay elsewhere, which was why when it came to heists in the old days he’d usually been regulated to being the escape artist, or the distraction.
“Where’s he going, do you think?” Dewey tried to track his whereabouts but couldn’t see where the man might be trying to head. It was harder with the mountains obscuring their view. “Never mind. You’re right, let’s just move on.” He hurried after her, keeping up easily.
@baaticeers
“Beatrice?”
Dewey was incredulous. Since his death two years ago he had never seen another soul stuck in the same state. He had long thought he was the only one, wandering among the living, searching through the remnants of his once-beautiful hotel, or sitting at the bottom of the pond, stricken with guilt and longing that immobilized him more than the harpoon that had ripped his life away from him.
But now. He couldn’t be sure he wasn’t imagining her in his loneliness. “Is it really you? Do you know me?” He approached her, hardly daring to believe it. What if he vanished again, and lost sight of her? “I’m here. I’m - I’m still here.”
to whom it may concern,
below is an excerpt from my latest screenplay for witches at the wedding. please respond promptly with your thoughts.
-from the desk of dr. gustav sebald
SCENE [REDACTED]
HANNAH: Just look at the size of this ring! We’re so excited you can be there at the wedding.
CAROL: It’s no problem. I can’t think of anything better than talking with strangers all night.
HANNAH: It can’t possibly be that bad. You need to lighten up sometimes.
CAROL: Forgive me, I don’t really have much love for socializing.
HANNAH: It wouldn’t kill you to leave the house, you know. You’re such a hermit, why don’t you get to know someone?
CAROL: Whatever you say. Tell me, when did he pop the question?
HANNAH: I’m not dropping this, Carol. But he followed the rules.
CAROL: Rules?
HANNAH: It was real sweet. He decided to go out and reserve a nice romantic restaurant. It was a lovely night.
CAROL: So he seems like a nice guy. But I must ask, do you really like him that much? Not to be rude.
HANNAH: I like him just fine. Now where would you even get a question like that?
CAROL: Curiosity, mostly. I wouldn’t want your hands full with any old boorish bear of a man, would I?
HANNAH: Commitment’s an… issue for sure. Though I’m not sure why or what his problem is. But I’ve already decided beforehand that I’m not letting any tomfoolery slide.
CAROL: I suppose then that you’re thinking about whether this engagement will last.
HANNAH: Well, he’s the love of my life. Of course I want it to last but–
CAROL: You don’t have to explain. Really, as your trusted friend, I wouldn’t want to ruin this happy occasion.
HANNAH: Thank you, Carol. I get this must sound boring to you.
CAROL: Nonsense. As your friend, this is top priority.
HANNAH: Well, sorry for venting so much. Coming from out of town to meet me, to hear my blubbering. Any other sane person would leave.
CAROL: I guess I’m not any other sane person then, am I? I can always help a guy out. Now, let’s see that ring again.
To Whom It May Concern -
It may interest you to know that the Hotel Denouement has a clock, of which the rings help to tell the time. I came up with this myself. I’m Dewey Denouement, one of the three owners of the “Hotel Trapped in Time,” as it’s been called for reasons I don’t under stand. Perhaps it’s the antiquated charm that does it. Anyway, the Hotel is in front of a beautiful and very reflective pond, which shows the mirror image of the building. It’ll certainly please the eye, if I may risk sounding immodest. If you send a message by transit to Frank K. Denouement, he will help you to book a stay of any length much more urgently than if you were to simply ring the bell at the desk and ask for assistance. Although, I grant, ringing the desk bell works too.
With all due respect, ~D.D.
@pxrfxctandhandsomx
“Ah, whoever did it…” Ken began, the twins smiling in amusement.
“…Had a very immature sense of humor.” Kyle added. “They seem to have put a ‘kick me’ sign on your back. We thought we should alert you before something happened.”
Dewey reached around to pull it off, quickly, before anyone could see. “Well. Thank you for telling me. I shall - hope that they only mistook me for one of my brothers.” He laughed, but he was blushing.
@batricee
BEATRICE HAD TO SUPPRESS A GIGGLE as Dewey spoke in a hushed whisper. Really, most bats were quite harmless, but like Monty & his snakes, her creatures appeared sinister& scary, & so people often got the wrong idea about bats. That was one of the things she liked about them.
“ I should be able to make due with the bed sheet, if you don’t mind, of course. ”
Dewey nodded. “Of course!” While he wasn’t sure he wanted a bat in his sheets, he didn’t really want one living in his room either.
He held the sheet out to her once he’d pulled it off, taking a step back away from the bat. “Be careful, though.” He warned her, both so she didn’t harm the bat or perhaps scare it into biting. He watched to see what she would do.
@sebaldcoded
‘you know, i can’t help but notice you seem a little at WAR with yourself here.‘
Dewey froze for a moment, wondering what on earth that could mean. He usually tried to keep any inner conflicts safely hidden. “Oh,” he replied, understanding. “You mean my brothers and I? Yes, it’s a constant struggle. With two of myself, no less!”